Li Feng glared at Meng Su coldly, he took out a piece of pure white linen cloth from his arms, gently wiped the short sword, and then threw the linen cloth aside, and the river wind rolled up the linen cloth and blew it into the distance.

Li Feng pointed straight at Meng Su with a short sword in his hand, and said coldly: "I know that you learned swordsmanship from Gai Nie, but you have only learned it for three days, there are not many swordsmanship wizards like Xiang Ye in the world, and I am not Guan Yijian, you have no chance of defeating me!" ”

The long sword in Meng Su's hand shook, the sword body trembled, and she shouted angrily: "Win or not, look at the real chapter under the sword!" ”

Before the words fell, she rushed towards Li Feng.

Li Feng saw Meng Su rushing towards him, flipped the short sword in his hand, and rushed towards Meng Su with it in front of his chest.

After Meng Su rushed close to Li Feng, with the advantage that the sword body was much longer than the other party, the tip of the sword stabbed straight towards Li Feng's heart.

Li Feng just smiled calmly, and the short sword slashed upwards lightly, wanting to block the sword stabbed by Meng Su.

But when his short sword was sharpened, something happened to his surprise, the long sword that Monsu stabbed him in the heart was not slashed by his short sword, and the long sword suddenly slashed at his waist at an extremely strange angle.

Li Feng was taken aback, and hurriedly retreated, but Meng Su chased after him, and the long sword in his hand slashed and slashed like a swift poisonous snake, drawing lines of light and shadow around Li Feng.

In a hurry, Li Feng gradually felt a little overwhelmed, and the sword momentum gradually showed signs of hecticism.

"Whew!" The long sword in Meng Su's hand slashed at Li Feng's waist, and immediately cut a bloody hole, and blood gushed out.

Li Feng didn't care about the wound on his waist, and the short sword slashed hurriedly in front of him, and he stepped back and jumped back, trying to escape from Meng Su's fierce sword momentum.

He was defeated by mistakenly thinking that Meng Su and Xiang Ye's swordsmanship was the same, Xiang Ye's swordsmanship was wide open and close, the sword was fierce, and every move was to directly take the opponent's vital point, while Mengsu's swordsmanship was the opposite, taking a tricky and light route, and the target was not necessarily directed at the enemy's vital point, so when fighting with Meng Su, Li Feng, who had already done a good job of dealing with the big open and close swordsmanship, would suffer a big loss under surprise.

There are injuries on his body, and his movements are not as fast as before, but he is not an ordinary swordsman after all, and his combat experience is not comparable to that of Meng Su, although his movements are a little slower, Meng Su cannot kill him with a sword.

"Whew!" There was another sound of a sharp blade cutting through the cloth, and Li Feng's shoulder suddenly had another scar, and he knew very well that if he continued to fight, he would definitely die under Meng Su's sword.

Li Feng gritted his teeth, was ruthless, and threw the short sword in his hand towards Meng Su.

Meng Su was about to stab Li Feng in the chest with his sword, when he suddenly saw a flash of blue light, and hurriedly dodged sideways, and at the moment when she dodged, Li Feng took a few steps back, turned around and ran wildly into the distance.

Meng Suti was about to chase after the sword, but at this time, Xiang Ye, who was lying behind her, suddenly let out a cry of pain, and she quickly stopped and turned back to Xiang Ye's side.

On the right side of Xiang Ye's chest, slightly above the chest, blood was gushing outward, soaking all the clothes on his chest. The blood stained on the body of Zhao Tong's subordinates who had killed him earlier and Xiang Ye's own blood completely soaked the white clothes on his body into black and red.

Xiang Ye's teeth were clenched, his face was like gold paper, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Meng Su hurriedly pressed Xiang Ye's chest, and gurgling blood flowed from between her fingers.

"Don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me." Two soybean-sized teardrops fell on Xiang Ye's chest, Meng Su pressed the wound on Xiang Ye's chest hard, and shouted with a cry: "Don't die!" You promised to send me to the Jiangdong Xiang clan, what will I do if you die? Don't sleep, open your eyes and see me! ”

Meng Su shouted loudly, but Xiang Ye closed his eyes tightly, his teeth clenched, and he didn't mean to open his eyes at all.

"Don't sleep, get up!" Meng Su cried and opened his blood-covered palm and slapped Xiang Ye's face a few times, these slaps were very heavy, but Xiang Ye still didn't react at all, he still lay there with his eyes closed and fell asleep, his face covered with bright red blood stains.

"Poof!" With a low muffled sound, a small burden fell on Xiang Ye's chest, and Meng Su hurriedly opened the baggage, only to see a small jar the thickness of a bamboo tube inside.

She pulled out the linen cloth stuffed on the jar, and the fragrance of plants and the smell of blood on Xiang Ye's body entered her nose.

"Sanqi!" Seeing the smashed leaves in the clay pot, Meng Su quickly raised his head and looked at the place where the burden had been thrown.

A wet-looking figure swayed in a mess of rocks and disappeared before Monsu's eyes in an instant.

Panax notoginseng is an extremely valuable medicinal material, because it likes warm in winter and cool in summer, there is no distribution in Qin, only a small amount is produced in the southern barbarian land, it is a holy medicine to stop bleeding and replenish blood. Generally, the drugs for hemostasis are made with Panax notoginseng as the main raw material, supplemented by angelica, jujube bark and other substances to stir-fry respectively, and then the grinding powder is mixed together, which is very effective in stopping bleeding in the wound.

After getting Sanqi, Meng Su didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly ripped off the clothes on Xiang Ye's chest, took out a handful of emerald green broken leaves from the clay pot and wiped them evenly on the wound.

The blood flowed too fast, and the newly smeared Sanqi was quickly washed away by the blood, and Meng Su had to grab another handful and press it tightly on the wound.

After a few moments, the bleeding finally stopped. Meng Su took out a handful of broken leaves from the clay pot with his blood-stained hand and stuffed it into Xiang Ye's mouth.

Mengsu, who grew up in the military, knew very well that Panax notoginseng was not only a holy medicine to stop bleeding, but also the best remedy for replenishing blood.

Seeing that Xiang Ye's blood stopped, his face looked a little better. Meng Su tied his sword to his waist along with his own sword, and bent down to carry Xiang Ye on his back.

Xiang Ye, who was in a coma, was as heavy as a dead pig, but fortunately, Meng Su has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has a good foundation in physical strength, and the two are about the same height, so it is not very difficult to carry him on his back.

Xiang Ye himself was sinking, and there was no light burden on the long road, so Meng Su carried Xiang Ye along the river bank for more than ten miles, and gradually felt a little unbearable.

Just as she was about to put Xiang Ye down and take a breath, a small boat on the riverbed not far away with the ups and downs of the flowing water appeared in her field of vision.

Seeing Xiaozhou, Meng Su's feet suddenly had strength again, and she carried Xiang Ye on her back and walked towards Xiaozhou with one foot on her back.

Looking at the mountains and running dead horses, watching the boats is also walking dead people. The place where the boat is located does not look very far, but it is not so much when it walks.

Meng Sushen walked on the bank of the river with Xiang Ye on her back with one foot and one foot on her back, and when she was about to reach the boat, due to too much fatigue, coupled with the fact that she was about to reach the destination, her spirit was a little relaxed, her will finally couldn't support her tired body, her eyes gradually blurred, "Peng" fell to the ground and fell unconscious, and Xiang Ye, who was carrying her back, also fell asleep on her body.

When Monsu opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was the thatched roof, and she turned her head to take a closer look at her surroundings, but her lips were pressed to a man's face.

Monsu was taken aback, and scrambled to his feet, and was about to raise his hand to hit the man lying beside him, when he lowered his fist in the air.

Xiang Ye was lying on the straw mat with his eyes closed, all the clothes on his body had been stripped off, and his body was covered with a thin layer of rags like fishing nets. The blood stains on his face had been wiped clean, his face was very peaceful, his chest was slightly undulating, and his face was slightly ruddy.

Meng Su let out a long sigh of relief, and as soon as her spirit relaxed, she suddenly became nervous as if she remembered something, and quickly looked down at herself.

After looking at her body, she breathed a sigh of relief, the slightly bloodstained clothes on her body were still dressed properly, and no one had taken them off.

Meng Su lowered his body and stretched out his hand to gently wipe Xiang Ye's face, and at this moment, there was a sound of gentle footsteps behind him.

When the footsteps gradually approached, she jumped up and put on a fighting stance towards the people walking behind her.

The man who came over was holding a clay pot with half of the mouth missing, and Mengsu's reaction startled him, and his hand trembled, and the basin almost fell to the ground.

"Childe, the old man just wants to wash the blood stains on your companion's body." Holding the clay pot was an old man with a white beard, and Meng Su put on a fighting posture, making him tremble with fright, and his lips trembled involuntarily when he spoke.

Meng Su looked the old man up and down vigilantly, and saw that the old man was full of white hair, and his hair was pulled out of a bun and slanted on top of his head. A few strands of snow-white beard still have some grass roots stuck to them.

Meng Su put away the posture he had put away, stood aside, saluted the old man and said: "When I was attacked by a strongman on the way down, I have become a frightened bird, and I heard that there were people behind me, so I was naturally cautious, and it was not strange to disturb the old man!" ”

The old man nodded in horror, as if he wanted to give Meng Su a gift in return, but he was holding a basin in his hand, and he couldn't make a salute, so he didn't know what to do for a while.

"I'm tired of my uncle cleaning the blood stains on my eldest brother's body." Monsu made a gesture to the old man, and stood against the wall, watching his every move.

Along the way, she and Xiang Ye have really experienced a lot, even Li Feng, the first swordsman in front of Li You's account, suddenly became a Huns, and she really couldn't think of anyone else who could be trusted.

The old man took the water and knelt beside Xiang Ye, he took out a wet cloth from the basin, twisted it slightly, wrung the cloth until it was half dry, and gently wiped it around Xiang Ye's wound.

After wiping the blood stains around Xiang Ye's wound, the old man raised his head and looked at Meng Su and asked, "Childe, can I wipe this childe's body?" Rub his body and he will feel refreshed. ”